My life is full with trouble… mostly of my own making.
My life is filled with grief, from people that I can't let go.
I shun people, I love people, both of which don’t deserve.

I see words on an old lovers wall and through the memories glean some knowledge.
“I like people who aren’t pretending to be something they are not.”

And it is all simple again.

Let the daemon rest, let some of yourself through.
Just do as you feel, not what you feel you should do.
What peace comes from such simplicity.
So bitter sweet is it all.